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After a couple minutes, Lucas came back over with a water cup and a small plate of food. "Hey, got what you asked." He told her, setting it on the glass table. "I got mostly snacks."

Pulling back, Kaylee smiled up at Lucas, who gave her a soft kiss as he walked off. With a soft sigh, she pulled her knee up to her chest and leaned back into the seat. "I haven't really gotten to talk to you lately…" Kaylee whispered, resting her chin on her knee.

(Is she talking to Brad?)

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Brad sighed weakly, resting his head in his hands. "I just asked why she was so against a double date. And then she pushed me away…" He whispered, lifting his head up to look at her. "I feel like some kind of monster she's scared of… or possibly hates."

Dropping his brow, he gave her an odd look. "What do you mean? How could Arrow do that?" Brad asked Amber softly, not understanding. "Wait- no… you shouldn't tell me. Caroline's already upset enough with me…"

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"But- I… Amber." Brad said softly, dropping his shoulders. "I love her, but I couldn't just sit there. I felt like a monster to her, I felt like she was almost scared of me when she pushed me away. She does this more often then I'd like to admit. It worries me, about what I might look like to her."

"I really, really thought she would believe me by now. It's getting harder, and harder to prove to her. I proposed, I do my best to listen to her, I try to be there when I can. I just- my best isn't enough for her." Brad whispered, seemingly frustrated. "I'm just not good enough for her."

"But I do believe it." Brad insisted, dropping his head back in his hands. "I can't leave her though… she wouldn't try to find someone better. She would just hurt herself, possibly kill. I just don't feel like I'm able to do what she needs me to."

Brad was getting frustrated, tears stinging at his eyes. "You're not listening to me…" He told her weakly, lifting his head. "You're just sitting there correcting me. I don't understand that. I feel like Caroline gets all the support, and I just get disciplined for everything I do."

"You're still not listening! I love her, I don't want to leave her. I just- I just feel like everyone prioritizes her feelings over mine. I feel like I'm not actually worth caring about." Brad insisted, pushing up out of his seat.

Kaylee glanced over at Caroline, and quickly got up. It took her a matter of seconds to rifle through her bag and pull it out for her. "I've got it, right here." She said softly, feeling the gaze of the others worriedly watching the scene.

"I know she does! I'm not oblivious to that, Amber. But how does that even effect what I'm saying?" He asked her, starting to pace back and forth. "I'm just tired of being treated like the bad guy. Or the rejected one. Or the one no one cares about. Can't I just ask for a bit of sympathy?"

Kaylee froze up, not quite sure what to do. What was she suppose to do? "L-Lucas!" She called out to him, starting to panic. "Maggie- someone, please help." She called out, glancing around as Maggie stepped up and briskly made her way up to Caroline.

"Amber. I came in here, to try and just talk to you. I know she cares, I know all of this. I love her, and I-" Brad stopped when he glanced out the window to see the panic. Sending off red flags, he dropped the subject, and quickly made his way outside. This didn't look good.

"If her inhaler isn't working, someone needs to call an ambulance. Right now." Maggie said sternly, glancing over to Lucas who pulled his phone out. Brad glanced around, starting to figure out what was happening. "Amber, go wait out front for the ambulance." Maggie instructed as she saw her. "You need to let them through to the back."